Homemaker
Anyway, lots of years in a two bedroom apartment and lots of prayers later, our family was selected to have the opportunity to build a home through a self-help housing program. Rather than being required to have money down for the house, my parents had to commit to spend all day Saturday and Sunday for ten months (I think it was ten months) to build not only their home, but help with eight (I think it was eight) of the neighbor's homes as well. I was ten that year, and even now as I look at these pictures, so many emotions run through me.
I think of the dear family that picked up all of us kids every. single. Sunday for church while my parents couldn't attend. I will never forget what they did for us.
I think of all five of us kids, ages 6-14, week after week getting ready for church on our own. With the exception of a tuna fish sandwich under a pillow, we must have been really good kids.
I think of those first stages of the home being built and how we'd walk around that little slab of concrete and be so thrilled at the thought of bedrooms being there.
I think of Kitty Bartholomew and "The Home Show." Ha! Remember that? The show did a segment on our family and one weekend we had video cameras and interviewers all over the place. Some day I'll get a copy of the video. It's a great video.
I look at these pictures and I think of my oldest brother. It takes a very special 14 year old to take on all that he did for us. He really is the best big brother and always watches out for us, even still.
I think of the home my parents live in now. They own a beautiful home now. You never know where people have been. I love learning where people have been.
There are so many other memories but too many to write about in a blog post, and many probably only meaningful to me.
But what I think about most, as I look at this picture, is my mom and her strength. I seem to visit this subject a lot, but I continue to marvel at the woman of faith that she is. Being a homemaker is certainly no job for the weak.
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